Dashurite e vjetra
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Drink to me only with thine eyes
And I will pledge with mine
Leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine
(Ben Jonson, to Celia)
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Day-colored wine,
night-colored wine,
wine with purple feet
or wine with topaz blood,
wine,
starry child
of earth,
wine, smooth
as a golden sword,
soft
as lascivious velvet,
wine, spiral-seashelled
and full of wonder,
amorous,
marine;
never has one goblet contained you,
one song, one man,
you are choral, gregarious,
at the least, you must be shared. (A gulp from Neruda's Ode to the wine)
.....Upon this, the bewildered knight raised his head from a wine-long bow and ...... :lol:
:lol: /pf/images/graemlins/wink.gif And in front of his humble bow, my veil shall I take off and eyes shall I in pitiful manner lay on, with a smile whispering "poor traveller, not knowing what the jug contains... listen some wine-old words... tired knight! :lol: /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
Drink to me only with thine eyes
And I will pledge with mine
Leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine
(Ben Jonson, to Celia)
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Day-colored wine,
night-colored wine,
wine with purple feet
or wine with topaz blood,
wine,
starry child
of earth,
wine, smooth
as a golden sword,
soft
as lascivious velvet,
wine, spiral-seashelled
and full of wonder,
amorous,
marine;
never has one goblet contained you,
one song, one man,
you are choral, gregarious,
at the least, you must be shared. (A gulp from Neruda's Ode to the wine)
.....Upon this, the bewildered knight raised his head from a wine-long bow and ...... :lol:
gurax
Pan ignoramus
Re: dashurite e vjetra
(Borrowed Poetry - Li Po, Tang lyric poet)
A cup of wine, under the flowering trees;
I drink alone, for no friend is near.
Raising my cup I beckon the bright moon,
For he, with my shadow, will make three men.
The moon, alas, is no drinker of wine;
Listless, my shadow creeps about at my side.
Yet with the moon as friend and the shadow as slave
I must make merry before the Spring is spent.
To the songs I sing the moon flickers her beams;
In the dance I weave my shadow tangles and breaks.
While we were sober, three shared the fun;
Now we are drunk, each goes his way.
May we long share our odd, inanimate feast,
And meet at last on the Cloudy River of the sky.
The wine became his own. It flew inside his veins, weakened his knees and had his heart disobey reason.
Ah, sweet wine! Where you can escape now, if only not to ....
/pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif :lol:
...and forth stretched his arm to bring the silver jug upon his lips. Sweet and alluring poison of long past times. Were there any to watch? With wonder rose up his eyes to the envious moon and a wry smile invaded his face to be followed by words to the welcoming wine:
(Borrowed Poetry - Li Po, Tang lyric poet)
A cup of wine, under the flowering trees;
I drink alone, for no friend is near.
Raising my cup I beckon the bright moon,
For he, with my shadow, will make three men.
The moon, alas, is no drinker of wine;
Listless, my shadow creeps about at my side.
Yet with the moon as friend and the shadow as slave
I must make merry before the Spring is spent.
To the songs I sing the moon flickers her beams;
In the dance I weave my shadow tangles and breaks.
While we were sober, three shared the fun;
Now we are drunk, each goes his way.
May we long share our odd, inanimate feast,
And meet at last on the Cloudy River of the sky.
The wine became his own. It flew inside his veins, weakened his knees and had his heart disobey reason.
Ah, sweet wine! Where you can escape now, if only not to ....
/pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif :lol:
Re: dashurite e vjetra
A book of verse underneath the bow
A jug of wine a loaf of bread and thou
Besides me singing in wilderness
Oh, wilderness were paradise enow (Khayyam)
Saw the lady with a perturbed face and in her eyes like a mirror saw reflected .... her, the one, the contemplated...
It was fall and yellow leaves had just begun kissing the earth, while the wind played with ribbons and hair. He...... /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif
...that tiny room so deep within the left part of the chest, whose door so much long-locked had remained, with rustled chains of reason fighting back what quite bursting and obstinately wanton to come out. Wine wrapping all limbs bringing with its ebb the flood-retained pieces of memories so far in distance settled. Instinctively, followed a drip of that old liar wine running from the corner of his mouth falling soft on his armour and sensed it penetrated so deep that it hurt. Suddenly felt draped into that sattin veil. Embers of a fire he thought long forgotten started to nourish and lit a candle-like fire he felt was burning slowly, heavily. Started to move the lips and chant some verses he believed gone...
A book of verse underneath the bow
A jug of wine a loaf of bread and thou
Besides me singing in wilderness
Oh, wilderness were paradise enow (Khayyam)
Saw the lady with a perturbed face and in her eyes like a mirror saw reflected .... her, the one, the contemplated...
It was fall and yellow leaves had just begun kissing the earth, while the wind played with ribbons and hair. He...... /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif
gurax
Pan ignoramus
Re: dashurite e vjetra
... blinked at the vision and the smile on his face slowly faded away. While a leaf fell quietly next to him, his arm rose to his lips and wiped what remained of the fugitive droplet of the old sweet wine. And sweetness once again had brought along no less than an even sweeter friend. But why her and how did she come to know of the traveler to be nearby?
Betrayer wine!
Or was it the falling leaves, whispering secrets that no man would be able to comprehend? But dieties would! No diety would miss a chance to laugh and be merry. And what made them laugh most was a human heart in sorow. Didn't they laugh back then when she, the sweetest of all, sang along with the cold, screeching banshee? That aching song which ears would never wish to hear!
Her voice echoed again in his head:
Young Stranger!
I've been a ranger
In search of pleasure throughout every clime;
Alas! 'tis not for me!
Bewitch'd I sure must be,
To lose in grieving all my maiden prime.
Come then, Sorrow,
Sweetest Sorrow!
Like an own babe I nurse thee on my breast:
I thought to leave thee,
And deceive thee,
But now of all the world I love thee best.
There is not one,
No, no, not one
But thee to comfort a poor lonely maid;
Thou art her mother,
And her brother,
Her playmate, and her wooer in the shade.
(( Excerpt from Endymion - "Song of the Indian Maid", by John Keats ))
And now the deities laughed again, this time they laughed because of him. Deities never forget their favorite ones!
Do they know you as much as I know you, fine wine? Do you still have secrets to reveal?
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:thumbsup:
... blinked at the vision and the smile on his face slowly faded away. While a leaf fell quietly next to him, his arm rose to his lips and wiped what remained of the fugitive droplet of the old sweet wine. And sweetness once again had brought along no less than an even sweeter friend. But why her and how did she come to know of the traveler to be nearby?
Betrayer wine!
Or was it the falling leaves, whispering secrets that no man would be able to comprehend? But dieties would! No diety would miss a chance to laugh and be merry. And what made them laugh most was a human heart in sorow. Didn't they laugh back then when she, the sweetest of all, sang along with the cold, screeching banshee? That aching song which ears would never wish to hear!
Her voice echoed again in his head:
Young Stranger!
I've been a ranger
In search of pleasure throughout every clime;
Alas! 'tis not for me!
Bewitch'd I sure must be,
To lose in grieving all my maiden prime.
Come then, Sorrow,
Sweetest Sorrow!
Like an own babe I nurse thee on my breast:
I thought to leave thee,
And deceive thee,
But now of all the world I love thee best.
There is not one,
No, no, not one
But thee to comfort a poor lonely maid;
Thou art her mother,
And her brother,
Her playmate, and her wooer in the shade.
(( Excerpt from Endymion - "Song of the Indian Maid", by John Keats ))
And now the deities laughed again, this time they laughed because of him. Deities never forget their favorite ones!
Do they know you as much as I know you, fine wine? Do you still have secrets to reveal?
/pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif
Re: dashurite e vjetra
"..Oh, quam te memorem virgo (La figlia che piange, by T.S Eliot)," he loudly thought, streching lips not to take anything more out of that. That scar in his soul still caused pain, a so much sharp one, nothing alike the wounds caused by hostile swords of enemies.
And the eyes turned to the silver-lit cup with the blood-red torturer nurtured in its hollow shelter. Hands felt weaker and weaker and at seeking again the starry sky strived to distinguish the emeralds of that treasure still safe within. The knight prompted standing so much willing to run from that place which seemed to force him reveal.
She took her hand and with her voice seeming to come from Ulysses mermaids invited the tire knight to stay, muttering:
"Never seek to tell thy love
love that never told could be
for the gentle wind does move
silently, invisibly."
(Blake)
He found no escape, no path where to get away and saw the night which had decided to slow its pace and sit on the grass to hear a story, her favourite hobby until the break of dawn.
The knight was silent, saw the lady and decided to tell his tale, and started:
I told my love
I told my love
I told her all my heart
But, ghastly and trembling in fear
Ah, she did depart....
So, fall had arrived," said she, and.... /pf/images/graemlins/wink.gif
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"..Oh, quam te memorem virgo (La figlia che piange, by T.S Eliot)," he loudly thought, streching lips not to take anything more out of that. That scar in his soul still caused pain, a so much sharp one, nothing alike the wounds caused by hostile swords of enemies.
And the eyes turned to the silver-lit cup with the blood-red torturer nurtured in its hollow shelter. Hands felt weaker and weaker and at seeking again the starry sky strived to distinguish the emeralds of that treasure still safe within. The knight prompted standing so much willing to run from that place which seemed to force him reveal.
She took her hand and with her voice seeming to come from Ulysses mermaids invited the tire knight to stay, muttering:
"Never seek to tell thy love
love that never told could be
for the gentle wind does move
silently, invisibly."
(Blake)
He found no escape, no path where to get away and saw the night which had decided to slow its pace and sit on the grass to hear a story, her favourite hobby until the break of dawn.
The knight was silent, saw the lady and decided to tell his tale, and started:
I told my love
I told my love
I told her all my heart
But, ghastly and trembling in fear
Ah, she did depart....
So, fall had arrived," said she, and.... /pf/images/graemlins/wink.gif
ana karenina
Primus registratum
Re: dashurite e vjetra
Ose i ngacmon ti, me raste /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gifFillimisht postuar nga Why_Nona:
[qb] dashurite e vjetra te ngacmojne here pas here[/qb]
gurax
Pan ignoramus
Re: dashurite e vjetra
"It did!" The traveler didn't feel at all wondered or troubled that Lady Night was sitting by his side. What the others feared and loathed, for him was a friend and companion. Her hair shone a faint silvery glow each time she moved her head and when she lifted her face to look at him, he shook his head from what he saw and let out a faint chuckle and a grin. "I didn't imagine you'd be the wine's secret. And all of a sudden you have decided to become an attractive lady by mortal terms again. I'd be the first one to fall in love with you, especially with your real, star-like eyes. But once again you turn out to be a best friend and spare me, by appearing with eyes not your own!"
The Night laughed as she took the silver jug from his hand and placed it on the ground near to where they were sitting. "You found out their plot, so why bother go and change", she said as she lifted her eyes upwards when she said 'their' and gestured her deep dark blue robe when she spoke about changing. "Besides, I don't belive you'd mind seeing these again!" She locked her eyes, those eyes, with his. She smiled ever so softly and as they stared at each other, she murmured:
I have loved you; even now I may confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain
but do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.
Hopeless and tonguetied, yet, I loved you dearly
With pangs the jealous and the timid know;
So tenderly I loved you- so sincerely;
I pray God grant another love you so.
( Alexandr Pushkin )
He looked back at her and held pause for long minutes, feeling a bit lost in those eyes that the Night had so daringly brought close to him! Lifting his arm to caress her face, he realised midway who she was and his arm continued to her hair and took away a small piece of dry leaf that lingered there.
"No, not at all!"
She awaited till he got rid of that saviour dry leaf and then she...
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...looked up at him.
"It did!" The traveler didn't feel at all wondered or troubled that Lady Night was sitting by his side. What the others feared and loathed, for him was a friend and companion. Her hair shone a faint silvery glow each time she moved her head and when she lifted her face to look at him, he shook his head from what he saw and let out a faint chuckle and a grin. "I didn't imagine you'd be the wine's secret. And all of a sudden you have decided to become an attractive lady by mortal terms again. I'd be the first one to fall in love with you, especially with your real, star-like eyes. But once again you turn out to be a best friend and spare me, by appearing with eyes not your own!"
The Night laughed as she took the silver jug from his hand and placed it on the ground near to where they were sitting. "You found out their plot, so why bother go and change", she said as she lifted her eyes upwards when she said 'their' and gestured her deep dark blue robe when she spoke about changing. "Besides, I don't belive you'd mind seeing these again!" She locked her eyes, those eyes, with his. She smiled ever so softly and as they stared at each other, she murmured:
I have loved you; even now I may confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain
but do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.
Hopeless and tonguetied, yet, I loved you dearly
With pangs the jealous and the timid know;
So tenderly I loved you- so sincerely;
I pray God grant another love you so.
( Alexandr Pushkin )
He looked back at her and held pause for long minutes, feeling a bit lost in those eyes that the Night had so daringly brought close to him! Lifting his arm to caress her face, he realised midway who she was and his arm continued to her hair and took away a small piece of dry leaf that lingered there.
"No, not at all!"
She awaited till he got rid of that saviour dry leaf and then she...
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Re: dashurite e vjetra
[qb]She awaited till he got rid of that saviour dry leaf and then she... /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif [/qb][/QUOTE]
...took his hand while the pale fingers trembled like that dry leaf just fallen from the tree down to earth. She felt the knight shivering at the chilling air of night and tried to calm him down:
And all shall be well
All manner of things shall be well
When the tongues of flames are infolded
Into the crowned knot of fire
and the fire and the rose are one (T.S.Eliot)
He sensed the warmth of her body while lowered his head on her lap and felt the hand caressing his hair. Clung to her he started to close the eyes but didn't want to sleep. He was only in peace enjoying that soft sensation.
She didn't speak for a moment or two, and then with a finger clasp ordered musicians to start playing notes. It was going to be a long night and she had just begun to knit the threads of her long-wishing tale. In his half-awake state the knight listened from afar the sweet sound of the music and dreamy searched for it....
If music be the food of love, then give me plenty of it... he whispered(Count Orsino's monologue, Twelfth Night, Shakespeare)
The lady stood still looking outside at the stars and moon, who impatiently were waiting for the story they had always known, always heard from a soul that had become their eversince friend. She couldn't even let her voice out, while inhaling the the scent of lillies held the breath and started:
"A tale shall I start now for you milord, while its pieces long in a one-thousand-and-one nights course might show. But, shall I not your goddess be, you, my sultan, free will leave and your memory will enclose with sweatness, dare I hope, moments to no one offered ever before.
And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares that infest the days
Shall fold their tents like arabs
And silently steal away (Longfellow)
They always start with 'once upon a time' and I the rule shall not break, although so different from a writer's fancy could it be, as life a tale in itself is, and pretty words only add to its disgrace.
Never shall I forget the night I caught your glimpse, so fiery the look in your sparkling eyes. It was a night like this, you know? Even then, the stars were all eyes and ears to see what from below would go. The fools were joking with candour at the laughs of people who in joy were celebrating the courage of someone, somewhere, while I.... /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif
[qb]She awaited till he got rid of that saviour dry leaf and then she... /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif [/qb][/QUOTE]
...took his hand while the pale fingers trembled like that dry leaf just fallen from the tree down to earth. She felt the knight shivering at the chilling air of night and tried to calm him down:
And all shall be well
All manner of things shall be well
When the tongues of flames are infolded
Into the crowned knot of fire
and the fire and the rose are one (T.S.Eliot)
He sensed the warmth of her body while lowered his head on her lap and felt the hand caressing his hair. Clung to her he started to close the eyes but didn't want to sleep. He was only in peace enjoying that soft sensation.
She didn't speak for a moment or two, and then with a finger clasp ordered musicians to start playing notes. It was going to be a long night and she had just begun to knit the threads of her long-wishing tale. In his half-awake state the knight listened from afar the sweet sound of the music and dreamy searched for it....
If music be the food of love, then give me plenty of it... he whispered(Count Orsino's monologue, Twelfth Night, Shakespeare)
The lady stood still looking outside at the stars and moon, who impatiently were waiting for the story they had always known, always heard from a soul that had become their eversince friend. She couldn't even let her voice out, while inhaling the the scent of lillies held the breath and started:
"A tale shall I start now for you milord, while its pieces long in a one-thousand-and-one nights course might show. But, shall I not your goddess be, you, my sultan, free will leave and your memory will enclose with sweatness, dare I hope, moments to no one offered ever before.
And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares that infest the days
Shall fold their tents like arabs
And silently steal away (Longfellow)
They always start with 'once upon a time' and I the rule shall not break, although so different from a writer's fancy could it be, as life a tale in itself is, and pretty words only add to its disgrace.
Never shall I forget the night I caught your glimpse, so fiery the look in your sparkling eyes. It was a night like this, you know? Even then, the stars were all eyes and ears to see what from below would go. The fools were joking with candour at the laughs of people who in joy were celebrating the courage of someone, somewhere, while I.... /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif
gurax
Pan ignoramus
Re: dashurite e vjetra
The Lady paused. As she ran her hand through the knight's hair he was looking at her and a faint warm smile formed upon his lips. She looked, and indeed was divine. In comfort he eased his mind and feeling her fingers trace lazy lines within his hair he nodded: "It was so sudden that voice that hushed all the others, so sweet, so tender and questioning.
Lonely is The Traveler, who travels all alone
Lonely is the Traveler, who is without a home
Lonely is the Traveler, who has no one to care
Lonely is the Traveler, who has no one to share.
( Abdul-Ali Muhammad )
You were as enchanting back then as you are now. And so free and adorable, your voice low and yet much louder than all the crowd which cheered all around."
The Lady smiled: "So you remember. I didn't know you'd have heared those words. I almost hated you because you saw me blush, and so unable to thank you for your invitation to dance."
SHE comes—the spirit of the dance!
And but for those large, eloquent eyes,
Where passion speaks in every glance,
She ’d seem a wanderer from the skies.
So light that, gazing breathless there,
Lest the celestial dream should go,
You ’d think the music in the air
Waved the fair vision to and fro!
Or that the melody’s sweet flow
Within the radiant creature played,
And those soft wreathing arms of snow
And white sylph feet the music made.
Now gliding slow with dreamy grace,
Her eyes beneath their lashes lost,
Now motionless, with lifted face,
And small hands on her bosom crossed.
And now with flashing eyes she springs,—
Her whole bright figure raised in air,
As if her soul had spread its wings
And poised her one wild instant there!
She spoke not; but, so richly fraught
With language are her glance and smile,
That, when the curtain fell, I thought
She had been talking all the while.
( By Frances Sargent Osgood )
"Oh but you did!" said the knight. Her song had been a lulaby for his heart, dusty, but a warm one.
"You did when you..." /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif
... while I found myself to be the only one to note there was no handsown woman's kerchief on the winner's hand when he greeted the crowd which so loudly called out his name. And slowly those thoughts brought me closer and closer to the heart of the fray, where the man of courage stood happy , apraised, yet alone."
The Lady paused. As she ran her hand through the knight's hair he was looking at her and a faint warm smile formed upon his lips. She looked, and indeed was divine. In comfort he eased his mind and feeling her fingers trace lazy lines within his hair he nodded: "It was so sudden that voice that hushed all the others, so sweet, so tender and questioning.
Lonely is The Traveler, who travels all alone
Lonely is the Traveler, who is without a home
Lonely is the Traveler, who has no one to care
Lonely is the Traveler, who has no one to share.
( Abdul-Ali Muhammad )
You were as enchanting back then as you are now. And so free and adorable, your voice low and yet much louder than all the crowd which cheered all around."
The Lady smiled: "So you remember. I didn't know you'd have heared those words. I almost hated you because you saw me blush, and so unable to thank you for your invitation to dance."
SHE comes—the spirit of the dance!
And but for those large, eloquent eyes,
Where passion speaks in every glance,
She ’d seem a wanderer from the skies.
So light that, gazing breathless there,
Lest the celestial dream should go,
You ’d think the music in the air
Waved the fair vision to and fro!
Or that the melody’s sweet flow
Within the radiant creature played,
And those soft wreathing arms of snow
And white sylph feet the music made.
Now gliding slow with dreamy grace,
Her eyes beneath their lashes lost,
Now motionless, with lifted face,
And small hands on her bosom crossed.
And now with flashing eyes she springs,—
Her whole bright figure raised in air,
As if her soul had spread its wings
And poised her one wild instant there!
She spoke not; but, so richly fraught
With language are her glance and smile,
That, when the curtain fell, I thought
She had been talking all the while.
( By Frances Sargent Osgood )
"Oh but you did!" said the knight. Her song had been a lulaby for his heart, dusty, but a warm one.
"You did when you..." /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif
Re: dashurite e vjetra
"My tale has not yet the beginning started and thou my sweetest inspiration are retaining. Hush, you precious treasure, so that I can chant it all and thou thy gentle soul feed upon my words, as I...
Far from thy dearest self
the scope of all my flames
I waste in secret flames
and only live because I hope... (Torquato Tasso)
... hope deep within that fall will back be again. But, let me not to yearnings rest as I have still... to dance, with that silken sound, treading softly on that floor with a drifting knight who not yet aware was of the enchantment. I closed my eyes and in half-voice said: Tread softly, as you are treading on my dreams (Yeats)". You couldn't listen, notes played so loud. The music was there, the eyes were there, souls were away in another world, where thou and I shall hardly be gone again. At sudden we stopped and a rose you offered me. Yet, then no thorns I saw only wine-red petals which seduced my heart.
The hours flied, no mercy for souls in ache. In departing you pledged me thy dreams, you pledged thyself to me a poor hunter of unfound feelings, by swearing like no one ever did before:
Take this kiss upon the brow
And in parting from you now
Thus much let me avow
You are no wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream (Edgar Allan Poe)
and I... enclothed with longing praised you precious and my oath took in the name of love:
...My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
(Elizabeth Barrett Browning).
Thus ended what so sweet meant to start, but dreams last shortly to take you.... /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif
"Hush my almighty warrior," she said putting the fingers to his mouth, as if reluctant to let him speak further.
"My tale has not yet the beginning started and thou my sweetest inspiration are retaining. Hush, you precious treasure, so that I can chant it all and thou thy gentle soul feed upon my words, as I...
Far from thy dearest self
the scope of all my flames
I waste in secret flames
and only live because I hope... (Torquato Tasso)
... hope deep within that fall will back be again. But, let me not to yearnings rest as I have still... to dance, with that silken sound, treading softly on that floor with a drifting knight who not yet aware was of the enchantment. I closed my eyes and in half-voice said: Tread softly, as you are treading on my dreams (Yeats)". You couldn't listen, notes played so loud. The music was there, the eyes were there, souls were away in another world, where thou and I shall hardly be gone again. At sudden we stopped and a rose you offered me. Yet, then no thorns I saw only wine-red petals which seduced my heart.
The hours flied, no mercy for souls in ache. In departing you pledged me thy dreams, you pledged thyself to me a poor hunter of unfound feelings, by swearing like no one ever did before:
Take this kiss upon the brow
And in parting from you now
Thus much let me avow
You are no wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream (Edgar Allan Poe)
and I... enclothed with longing praised you precious and my oath took in the name of love:
...My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
(Elizabeth Barrett Browning).
Thus ended what so sweet meant to start, but dreams last shortly to take you.... /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif
gurax
Pan ignoramus
Re: dashurite e vjetra
Her speech briefly was interrupted by a meek sound of the darkness, a distant thunder behind the edge of the horizon. Questioningly he looked up at Lady Night, but her eyes had lost their shine, her smile, though beautiful beyond what words can describe, was faint and vulnerable.
"You spoke words you shouldn't have.. you knew of the envy that spied behind your back." He moved away from her delicate embrace to sit in front of her. "You knew I could not be yours, nor you were free to escape of whom so fiendishly outraged upon us. And cast I was...
"All wars are planned by older men
In council rooms apart,
Who call for greater armament
And map the battle chart.
But out along the shattered field
Where golden dreams turn gray,
How very young the faces were
Where all the dead men lay.
Portly and solemn in their pride,
The elders cast their vote
For this or that, or something else,
That sounds the martial note.
But where their sightless eyes stare out
Beyond life's vanished toys,
I've noticed nearly all the dead
Were hardly more than boys."
(( Grantland Rice ))
"Don't, please....", She stood up and took a few steps forward to him but dared go no further as his voice growled under his lungs:
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
(( Lord Alfred Tennyson ))
He rose to his feet and looked far into the distance where the thunder was being made manifest. She, a tear rolled slowly upon her eye and finally left her cheek. On it's way down it shone like a glistering diamond under the pale moonlight. She filled her lungs with air and whispered:
Love, farewell, more dear to me
Than my life, which thou preservest.
Life, all joys are gone from thee,
Others have what thou deservest.
(( Robert Deveraux ))
The moon continued to grow paler and paler. It feared the distant storm and sheepily called upon the clouds to hide.
...
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...as far as your will and wishes would want to. All what was said was innocent and true. But what one can do against what's supreme and predefined? Happiness, so it seems, is but a taste for the spirit to know what sweet does mean, not much unlike the wine upon which we fiested today!"
Her speech briefly was interrupted by a meek sound of the darkness, a distant thunder behind the edge of the horizon. Questioningly he looked up at Lady Night, but her eyes had lost their shine, her smile, though beautiful beyond what words can describe, was faint and vulnerable.
"You spoke words you shouldn't have.. you knew of the envy that spied behind your back." He moved away from her delicate embrace to sit in front of her. "You knew I could not be yours, nor you were free to escape of whom so fiendishly outraged upon us. And cast I was...
"All wars are planned by older men
In council rooms apart,
Who call for greater armament
And map the battle chart.
But out along the shattered field
Where golden dreams turn gray,
How very young the faces were
Where all the dead men lay.
Portly and solemn in their pride,
The elders cast their vote
For this or that, or something else,
That sounds the martial note.
But where their sightless eyes stare out
Beyond life's vanished toys,
I've noticed nearly all the dead
Were hardly more than boys."
(( Grantland Rice ))
"Don't, please....", She stood up and took a few steps forward to him but dared go no further as his voice growled under his lungs:
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
(( Lord Alfred Tennyson ))
He rose to his feet and looked far into the distance where the thunder was being made manifest. She, a tear rolled slowly upon her eye and finally left her cheek. On it's way down it shone like a glistering diamond under the pale moonlight. She filled her lungs with air and whispered:
Love, farewell, more dear to me
Than my life, which thou preservest.
Life, all joys are gone from thee,
Others have what thou deservest.
(( Robert Deveraux ))
The moon continued to grow paler and paler. It feared the distant storm and sheepily called upon the clouds to hide.
...
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ana karenina
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Re: dashurite e vjetra
Me duket mua apo ketu mes germadhash po hidhen ca themele te reja? /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
Kerkoj falje per nderhyrjen :goofy:
Me duket mua apo ketu mes germadhash po hidhen ca themele te reja? /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
Kerkoj falje per nderhyrjen :goofy: